Starlight's footsteps are soft on well worn and wet earth as he slowly trudges onward toward the island in the distance. His eyes have a faint and almost distressed glow to him, as if his spirit was yelling out for help through his pearly white and grey gaze. He continues on only because, quite frankly, he has nowhere else to go. His mind prior to the last hour seems like a newly washed set of laundry, with no signs of the scuffs of history that seem to come from living. The only thing that resides in his brain and on his tongue is his name – Starlightbrigade. the name is like a tether, yanking him forward on slim and fluffy legs towards the glistening light of the island in front of him. He wonders vaguely if anyone actually lives on this island, or if he is ultimately being guided to nothing but his death. He supposes nothing would really be lost if he died. After all, in this state he seems to be nothing more than an elaborate vessel, like the prettiest vase being used to store your grandmother's ashes. Ultimately, he's nothing but a blank slate, and if he's just wiped out, there's nothing to mourn over. You can't mourn over someone who doesn't exist yet.

The oddly colored maine coon is forced to stop contemplating his own existence when he finally comes to the edge of the land bridge, a pungent and new smell curling around his face and assaulting his nose. Waves are lapping weakly at the sandy shore, similarly to the ones that roll steadily off of his back, reflecting the light off of him and dripping down into nothingness before they reach the ground, like one of those everlasting water fountains. He blinks in quiet thought at the waves before stepping into them, curious as to whether or not his colors would fade from his body, torn away by the waves like paint. When he remains his strange blue and purple gradient color, he wrinkles his nose at the failed experiment before stepping back out and flicking his paws to dispose of the moisture. He seems to carry no real worry about the group that resides here seeing or attacking him, his thoughts focused entirely on the matter of the water at hand.

He was finally startled out of his pouting by a strong gust of wind that made the tall jungle trees around him sway almost violently, and the sound of steps reaching his ears. He tried to look around for this new intrusion, but whoever had been approaching him seemed to who have paused, evidently stunned by his unusual appearance. From the lilac goat horns on his head, to the blue and purple gradient that made up his fur, to the water aesthetic pelt that made him look like a constantly shifting sky full of stars. Despite the fact that he felt no shame in his strange appearance, he could imagine that it would probably be stunning or even upsetting to a lesser creature. The maine coon sat there in the sand for a moment before finally opening his muzzle, meowing in a soft and raspy tone that held no warmth but also no hostility, "Is someone there...?"

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The maine coon's eyes flicked up curiously at the reindeer as he finally emerged from the trees in front of him. Although his eyes only lingered on the actual reindeer for a moment, before they moved all the way up to Inkquill. He had never seen a creature like that before. Although, he supposed that he had never seen a reindeer before either. Still, the duck seemed more different to him, and thus more interesting. He spent several seconds just staring curiously at the duck before padding forward and mumbling very absentmindedly as he stood up slowly on his hind legs, holding his paws up towards Inkquill despite the fact that Darksouls was far taller than him, and he didn't even come close to reaching the duck, "I... I don't know who I am, really. My name is Starlightbrigade, though. I think..." Truthfully he wasn't sure, but the name felt closest to his heart, and he could only imagine that it was his own. He then mumbled softly, continuing his little swipes in the air at Inkquill, "What is that thing...? I wanna touch it..."

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Starlight's eyes lit up as the duck hopped down from Darkspuls's head, and he slowly nodded and mumbled softly as he moved closer to the bird, "I'll be careful, don't worry..." He sounded like he wasn't truly paying attention to what had been said as he inched closer to the duck, gently placing his paw on top of Inkquill's head before purring softly, "Hello there, soft tiny creature. I like your name.... Inkquill is an interesting name." His paw was still on top of the small pet's head when he finally acknowledged everything else that was going on around him. He blinked slowly at Darksouls and Ikaia, evidently in thought, before he meowed softly, his eyes drifting off towards the trees behind them, "You said this place is The Typhoon, right? I will stay here, if you all will have me here without issue.." It wasn't as if the feline had anywhere else to go right now, and he still didn't know what kind of person he truly was, so he might as well stay here and see if he could figure things out while he had protection.

His thoughts then drifted to Ikaia's curious question, and Starlight finally removed his paw from Inkquill's head to twist around and gently touch at his own tail and lower back. He watched the dizzying pattern of stars and sky colors run steadily downwards for a moment before turning back to Ikaia and shrugging his shoulders, "I'm not sure why I look like this... I just assumed that most pelts looked like this..." His eyes scanned over both Ikaia and Darksoul's colors, and he was disappointed to find that neither of them had colors nearly as bright and intricate as he did. He supposed that maybe he was the odd one out here then. Looking back at Ikaia's face, he mumbled softly, "I'm glad you think it's... cool." He didn't remember anybody calling him cool before. It made his heart feel kinda... weird.

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Starlight looked up when Goldie approached, and the cat blinked slowly at her, his eyes trailing over her bright pelt. She wasn't quite as bright and unusual as him, but she did make him feel a little less out of place, thankfully. His ears perked forward when she began to speak, and he gave a faint nod before speaking after her first remark, "I don't think I will drag anybody down... I don't have any intention to, anyways." He didn't really know what his morals had been before he ended up here, but he doubted that he would be intruding on anybody's fun here or trying to stop them in any way. When she mentioned that she would help him figure things out about who he really was, his little pin-prick white grey eyes lit up in faint excitement. Once she had introduced herself, Starlight slowly nodded his head to her before meowing, his heart going much faster than it had been when he had first arrived, "It's nice to meet you, miss Goldenluxury. You'll really help me figure out who I was before all of this? Because that would be very appreciated. I don't know where I come from, or how I ended up here." His eyes drifted back towards the island they were on, and he faintly pressed his paw into the sand he was sitting on, watching the blue and purple appendage slip down into the beach before he pulled it back up. He wondered if he had ever lived somewhere like here. He couldn't recall anything like that, but it wouldn't be out of the realm of possibility.

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